Tiny rays of sunshine peeped through the curtains shining on my face. I let out a grumpy sound, shielding my face with one of my hands. A cloud that had been covering the sun for a while now, had finally removed itself. Which in my case wasn't a good thing.
I stretched my arm, feeling my way to the night stand, searching for my phone. I didn't bother to open my eyes as I kept seeking for my phone without result. I reluctantly opened them, turning my neck to face the night stand. Suddenly, I jerked up. Memories of last night came crawling back. I had left my bag and my cell in Luke's car.
I flipped off the covers, throwing my feet out of bed. I quickly grabbed my robe as I rushed out of the door and down the stairs. As I reached the clock in our living room, my hand flew up to my mouth.
"Shit!" I cursed under my breath grabbing a boiler from the counter, then started pouring water into it. Another serie of 'shits' came falling out of my mouth as I hurried to put the boiler on the stove. The time was 8 AM, and I was late, as school started in 5 minutes. There was no way I was gonna make it.
There was a knock on the door. I fastened the robe around my body and went to open it. I put my hand on the handle, pulling it down. The sight before my eyes gave me a small shock.
"No" the word escaped my mouth as I hastened to shut the door again, but Luke's foot was already inside. It was forced open and Luke stepped inside, closing it behind him.
"You're not dressed?" he said, confirming my little incident. "I don't mind" he added with a cheeky smirk gracing his full lips. I opened my mouth in a small gape.
"I like the hairdo by the way" he cooed, referring to my wild locks from a night of sleep. A small giggle got away from my lips. "See? I made you laugh" he affirmed. How cocky could he be?
"Can you please go?" I pushed, wiping the giggle off my face.
"I came to drop off your bag" he informed, bending his head down. My hands went to my hips tapping them with my fingers, patienty waiting. "And I wanted to give you a ride to school" he finished off looking at me with his head lowered, begging to get his request accepted.
"I'm sorry to dissapoint you" I huffed, quickly looking to the boiler that was starting to gargle.
In that moment, I realized that he was out of patience. A grim look took over his face as he came closer to me. He grabbed me by my waist, spun me around, and pressed me against the front door.
"Or.. We could stay right here" he breathed as his nose brushed mine. My arms were free, so I grabbed my chance and pushed them to his chest, trying to get him off. There was no use. His strong arms kept me in my position. One of his hands moved up my spine and into my hair, curling it between his fingers, then tugging my head backwards a bit, making me whine.
"Shhh" he mouthed, untying my robe with his other hand, then wandering down to my arse. His body moved a few notches closer, sgueezing one of my legs in between his. I let out a breathy gasp as he used the hand groping my arse to squeeze me even closer to his groin, giving me a long wanted opportunity. As his greedy lips met my jawline, I lifted my knee promptly, hitting him in the crotch. He instantly let go off me with a throaty groan, his hands going to his privy parts.
I squeezed past him and into the kitchen, grabbing the kettle and moving it off the stove. It was just seconds from boiling over. In my eyelet, I could spot Luke in the doorway, with a vicious laugh. I tried my best to ignore him, but I already knew I was failing.
I poured some of the water in a teacup and reached for a teabag and the bucket of sugar. I threw a quick glance at the doorway, only to realize that Luke was out of sight. Maybe he'd given up and left? That didn't sound like him...
I dipped a spoon in the sugar, obtaining thousands of the tiny diamonds. 1 spoon, 2 spoons, 3 spoons. I usually only go for 2 spoons, which is till a huge amount of sugar, but my urge for sugar was only increasing, and I coudn't restrain myself.
Something moved in my peripheral vision. "Look what I got" Luke grinned and waved my phone in front of my face. I tried to snatch it but he always moved out of my reach. All of a sudden, he turned away from me fiddling with my I phone.
"Tasty phone case you got there" he said teasingly, and brushed his fingers over the case, covered by Harry Styles' face. He was really trying my patience. But there was no use in lashing out on him, as that only seemed to turn him on.
"Did you know that you turned off the passcode on this thing?" I coudn't even remember doing that. Music suddenly filled the room, as he turned the volume on full blast. Talk dirty by Jason Derulo was playing, and Luke moved to the rhythm in circles for a few seconds before noticing the way I stared at him. He looked hilarious.
"I like your taste in music babe" the tone in his voice was giving me the creeps. He started humming along, banging his head slightly. "Talk dirty to me!" he sang, surprising me a bit. His voice wasn't that bad actually, in the matter of fact it was quite catchy. I could hear his voice getting closer, and soon he tried to sneak his hands around my waist. I reacted by elbowing him in the stomache.
"Feisty are you?" he said, massaging his ribs with his hands. I hit him pretty hard.
"You should wear that strapless leopard print dress, it'd look sexy on you" he had grown tired of mocking me for my taste in music, and moved on to another topic.
"Did you peek in my drawers?!" I accused, my cheeks flushing red.
"Nice lace you got by the way" he added with his lower lip between his teeth, letting out a sneaky chuckle. I could feel the heat in my face as I grabbed my teacup, hurrying to my room.
I took a sip of my tea as I entered my room, locking the door behind me to make sure I didn't get any unexpected visits. The hot liquid burnt my lip lightly. I made a grimace as a bitter aftertaste filled my mouth. Our dish washer seemed to be striking lately, as it didn't do a very good job with the dishes. As a result, my tea now tasted of coffee. I'm not very fond of coffee. I like a latte or a cappuchino, but not plain black tungent coffee. It only got me convulsing. Whenever I taste or smell something nauseating, or well sickening in my taste, I would start convulsing. I can't help it.
I squeezed into a pair of black jeans and pulled a green jersey over my head. I wasn't too comfertable with leaving Luke by himself in my kitchen. Good thing my parents had already left for work.
I went to the mirror, grabbing my comb, running it thorugh my hair a few times, making it look acceptable. Next up, I obtained a makeup remover napkin, and wiped off the mascara from last night. I had been too busy going to bed as I was exhausted from yesterday, so I didn't bother to do it. Those napkins always made my eyes feel sore.
After that, I applayed some basic makeup, and at last taking a look at the reflection of myself in the mirror.
When I got back downstairs, I found Luke sitting on the couch with his feet on my mothers mahogany table. I marched over to him, pushing his dirty shoes off the surface. He looked at me, laughing tauntingly as he stood up.
"You know that you're late right?" I said, fetching my phone from his grip.
"Am I supposed to care?" his closeness was daunting to me.
"We should go" I said, taking a last look at the clock. We were one hour late. I was never late...
